Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 208: The Thirteen Shadow Guards

Xuan Ying had a conflicted expression and said, "If the young lord did this and the young lady found out, how heartbroken she’d be!"

Everyone fell silent at his words.

Duan Yunfei looked at the others, his voice somewhat weary, "Old Tang should have prepared the guest rooms by now. It’s late; you should go back and rest earlier."

Le Zhao seemed to want to say something, but only opened his mouth and ultimately said nothing.

Yan Yijie gently patted his shoulder and was the first to leave.

Seeing the others leave, Shen Qinglan then stood up to look at Duan Yunfei.

She didn’t know how to comfort him to dispel the sorrow in his heart.

After a while, she whispered, "When the ship reaches the bridge, it will straighten itself out. Everything will pass!"

Duan Yunfei, hearing this, shed his previous gloom, and looking at her, sighed lightly with a slightly regretful tone, "It’s a pity about those fifty thousand silver notes; it would have been better if you had taken them at the time."

Shen Qinglan curled her lips, "That’s no matter; after all, the Money Shop is yours. The silver notes being burned doesn’t matter at all."

Duan Yunfei chuckled softly, "You’re right."

He looked at her and said, "Let’s go; I’ll take you back."

Shen Qinglan shook her head, "No need, I’m not unfamiliar with the route."

Duan Yunfei:...

Why is it so difficult to send the girl he loves home?

This night is pitch-black; couldn’t the little girl be a bit more vulnerable?

"I know you know the way." He sighed softly, "I just don’t feel comfortable with you going back alone."

"Oh." Shen Qinglan said, "Alright then."

Outside, the clouds had entirely covered the waning moon, making it so dark that one’s hand couldn’t be seen in front of them.

The two walked side by side, saying nothing.

As they just stepped onto the street, a cold wind suddenly blew.

The lanterns, which had already burned out, swayed eerily in the night wind.

Seeing the wind rise made both of their hearts subconsciously sink.

A shadow flashed past at an unbelievable speed, making one doubt their own eyes.

"There’s someone on the eaves to the left front," Shen Qinglan whispered.

Duan Yunfei also whispered, "There’s someone behind us too; there seem to be quite a few."

She praised, "Your hearing is impressive."

He praised in return, "Your vision is equally impressive."

Both laughed softly at the same time, neither pausing their steps nor showing the slightest panic at being watched.

"There’s a fork up ahead," Duan Yunfei whispered, "We’ll leave through there in a moment."

Shen Qinglan whispered also, "That’s exactly what I was thinking."

The two continued forward nonchalantly, and as they reached the fork, they turned and went in.

In the darkness, those hidden swiftly followed like the wind.

As soon as the figures in black moved, two people suddenly came out from Huichun Hall.

Song Qing said, "Lord, they seemed to be chasing someone!"

"Our men didn’t stop them, so they shouldn’t be Heavenly Killer Sect assassins," Song Ting said.

"These people have excellent Qinggong, seemingly superior even to the Heavenly Killer Sect’s assassins," Song Qing frowned, "Who are they trying to kill that’s worth dispatching so many experts?"

Song Ting stepped forward, bent, and picked something off the ground. After a moment, he softly recited, "As dusk settles, shadows emerge, red flowers mark the path, blood guides souls to the Underworld."

"Ha?" Song Qing exclaimed, "Lord, are you saying those people just now were the manor owner’s Thirteen Shadow Guards from Haoyue Manor?"

Song Ting toyed with the Manjushaka in his hand and solemnly asked, "Could it be identified who dwelled in the place of today’s fire?"